The young, dark-haired man panted heavily. Despite that, there was a look of glee on his face. His lover had returned to him. He hated to think about the nights he hadn’t spent here, in this wondrous place, in his lover’s arms. Especially now as the hands and lips he loved so much glided over his chest.

Harry groaned in pleasure. It was torture not to return the touches, but that was his lover’s wish. “Let me. Let me show you how I’ve missed you.” Now his hands were white knuckled as he clutched the sheets in one and the headboard in the other.

Each touch was better than the last. Each moment here better than the one before. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the knowledge that this was just a dream, but that was for later. In these magic moments of sleep, all that mattered was that they were together.

All the mattered was that, as he lay there, he did know his lover’s name and the color of his eyes. Later it would haunt him that he could forget. But that was back in the reality of Voyager. This was his reality. The house he’d dreamed of since being a child, then filled with toys, now filled with love.

As if sensing his thoughts, his lover moved to look into his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but Harry surge up and captured his lips. He resisted for a moment then gave up. If there was one thing Harry excelled at it was kissing.

Finally, they drew apart for air. He grinned as he gasp up into his lover’s face. “My love, take me. Claim me. Make me never want to leave.”

His lover froze for a moment. Then he grinned and grabbed a quick kiss. Gently guiding Harry onto his hands and knees, he caressed his back. Harry was rarely so forceful. “Are you sure?”

In answer, he handed him the lube. Harry smiled and sighed as his lover gently prepared him. It was long before they were filling his house with noises. As it built to a crescendo, Harry could feel wakefulness approaching.

Determined to stay with his lover as long as possible, he fought it. But as he heard his lover cry out his name, he followed him over the edge. When he next opened his eyes it was to the darkness of his quarters. He sighed.

He snuggled down into his bed, missing the warmth of his lover. He looked at his chronometer and sighed, again. No time for more sleep. So he set to recording all that he could to memory. A contented grin spread on his face.

Just as he alarm went off, he remembered. His lover’s eyes were solid black.